Whether it's the huge stone fortress that stands near the harbor;
Or the huge lighthouse that is fifty meters high on the small island in the bay;
Or the several magic towers built under the joint guidance of Dalaran and Quel'Thalas specifically for training mages; all of these can be considered spectacular in the eyes of most ordinary people and the forest elves who had just transformed from trolls.
Some immigrants even secretly called this city "New Lordaeron" to commemorate their bloodline and identity as citizens of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
However, among the many majestic and tall buildings, only two are the real core of this city.
One of them is obvious, and that is the huge castle standing in the center of the city.
It was the place where the upper ruling class discussed major affairs such as domestic affairs, diplomacy, economy and military affairs, and was therefore a typical political center. It was also where Princess Jialiya and Zuo Si lived.
Perhaps it's because humans in the eastern continent of Azeroth have long faced the threat of war, or because of the horrific destruction caused by the two orc wars and the undead plague raging in the north. In short, people in this world generally have a very strong sense of crisis.
Compared with more beautiful, pretty and comfortable palaces, they prefer to build the residences of kings and lords into military fortresses with strong defensive capabilities.
This is the case with Ironforge in the Dwarf Kingdom, and the same is true for Stormwind Fortress in the Stormwind Kingdom. Stromgarde in the Kingdom of Stromgarde is a huge and complex comprehensive defense system.
So even though the high elves of Quel'Thalas strongly opposed building an ugly castle and wanted to design a garden-style palace in the style of elven art, it was ultimately rejected because too few people agreed.
But in order to compromise with these proud pointed ears, humans finally made some modifications to the original castle blueprint and added some decorative modifications on it.
As a result, the castle of the City of Contract became the semi-palace castle it is today, which looks full of birdsong and flowers, but at the same time has very strong defensive power.
The three floors close to the ground are made entirely of hard and huge stones, enough to withstand frontal bombardments including battering rams, explosives and powerful naval guns.
But the top two floors were built to look like a palace, and even a large number of beautiful flowers were planted, and various birds and small animals were raised in the courtyard.
A small magical barrier partially obscured the entire palace from overhead.
Only people inside can see outside, but people outside cannot see inside, let alone think of relying on flying ability to parachute directly.
Outside the luxurious and beautiful palace, there is a circle of specially built prismatic spires that are as beautiful as petals, directly connected to the main body of the castle.
If you think this is some kind of decoration built for aesthetics, you are wrong.
All the spires are equipped with several cannons, and the wall-like passage connecting the spires to the castle can also accommodate dozens or even hundreds of long-range shooting troops.
Whether it is a musket or a crossbow, it can be used to shoot at enemies attacking the castle from the opposite side from a high position.
The hexagonal arrangement of spires and passages ensures that no matter which direction the enemy launches an attack, it will inevitably be covered by intensive long-range firepower and artillery from both the left and right directions.
Simply put, this is a super bastion that integrates magical elements.
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Not to mention the solid defense system built on the outermost wall of the City of Contract, this castle alone can withstand the siege of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops for months or even years with just one or two thousand soldiers without falling.
Not to mention that there is a secret passage in the castle leading to the seaside, which can be used to escape by a pre-prepared speedboat when the situation becomes unbearable.
As for the other core building, it is naturally the cathedral, which serves as the spiritual home for all devout believers.
However, compared with the magnificent castle and the Church of Holy Light that pursues a solemn and dignified atmosphere, this place presents a opposite completely simplicity and plainness.
There are no beautiful decorations, no murals or reliefs, and even the stone pillars are bare.
Only the stone slabs carved with various laws and rules standing on the walls on both sides of the hall are so eye-catching.
There is no doubt that it is the dozens of giant stone slabs that demonstrate the most powerful spiritual and belief attribute here - order.
As the Archbishop, Lanny was standing on the podium, telling all the believers who came to pray and potential believers who came to learn about the teachings of the God of Contract about the role and importance of laws, rules and contracts in social activities. He constantly emphasized that only a strong order can shape civilization and bring the long-desired stable life to everyone.
Obviously, this practice of promoting ideas rather than promoting the gods themselves made the two bronze dragons mixed in the crowd very confused.
Because they have all traveled through the timelines and know what religions and beliefs are like in other parts of Azeroth.
Even the night elves, who are relatively open-minded in their beliefs, can be very fanatical when it comes to the moon goddess Elune.
As for races such as trolls, boarmen, minotaurs, and harpies, they are particularly barbaric and bloody in terms of religion, and even retain brutal and cruel blood sacrifices.
Compared with the native beliefs of Azeroth, the Church of the God of the Covenant seemed too rational and secular.
Although the mortal believers around him seemed very pious, Lanny, as the supreme leader of the church, remained calm throughout. He consciously suppressed and prevented overly extreme thoughts from arising among the believers, and also incorporated the Church of Holy Light's ideals of kindness, fraternity, and justice into their thinking.
This unusual signal made Chromie extremely alert.
She even ignored Ashkami's constant hints and immediately stopped the archbishop who was about to return to his office to rest after the speech.
"What can I do for you?"
Lanny raised his hand to stop the two armed priests from intercepting him, with a faint smile on his face all the time.
As a high-level priest who was blessed by Zuo Si with great power and could even cast the Nine-Ring Divine Art, he noticed these two bronze dragons disguised as dwarves and high elves from the very beginning.
Ashkami, in particular, entered the core layer of the church with his outstanding performance and strictly speaking, he is one of them.
But Lanny was not sure who Chromie, the dwarf who suddenly appeared, was.
After all, there are only a few gnome engineers coming to support from Gnomeregan, and they are basically all concentrated in the mountain town at the northernmost end of Stranglethorn Vale where it meets the western wilderness of Stormwind Kingdom.
The port authority also did not report a single dwarf coming ashore.
Therefore, theoretically, there should be no trace of this race in the City of Contract.
"Hello, Your Excellency the Archbishop. My name is Chromie. I represent the Bronze Dragon Legion that manages the timeline of Azeroth. I want to talk to the deity behind you."
Chromie stated his purpose directly and directly.
She obviously knew that beating around the bush at this time would only bring trouble to herself, so it would be better to reveal her identity openly.
"Guardian dragon? Both of you?"
Lanny finally realized something and immediately showed an expression of great surprise.
Chromie nodded slightly, "Yes, we all are. I'm sorry Ashkami lied to you, but she just wanted to figure out what happened and why this timeline is out of control."
"You mean... that what we are experiencing is different from what was supposed to happen?"
There was a gleam of light in Lanny's eyes, and he keenly grasped the key.
“That’s right.
In the original history, there was no so-called God of Contract.
Nor should there be this human city built in Stranglethorn Vale, with its tens of thousands of refugees fleeing Lordaeron.
You were all supposed to die at the hands of the undead scourge.
Princess Calia should not have been the Queen of Lordaeron.
But now, these things that were destined to happen have been thrown into chaos, and the future has taken unpredictable turns.
I tried to correct these mistakes, but found that I was powerless.
Maybe all this is related to the coming of the God of Contract."
Before Chromie could respond, Ashkami spoke the truth in a complaining tone.
However, her thoughtless remarks immediately made Lanny aware of something strange. He suddenly raised his head and asked, "What you mean is... the great God saved the lives of millions of innocent civilians, including me? But because it doesn't conform to the so-called correct history, you want to correct it so that we can die?"
"No, don't listen to her. We definitely didn't mean that. We just wanted to confirm what happened."
Chromie glared fiercely at the junior beside him who was more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything, and hurriedly forced a smile to explain himself.
Because she has dealt with too many similar things, she knows very well how angry and crazy those who were originally saved will become when they learn that they must die in order to ensure the continuation of the correct timeline.
Fortunately, Lanny's anger did not consume his reason. He just stared at the two bronze dragons with hostile eyes. After several seconds, he slowly opened his mouth and threatened: "I don't care about the bullshit timeline and the so-called correct history.
All we know is that the great God of Contract extended a helping hand to us when we were most desperate and in need of help.
He gave everyone a chance to survive and start over, helping us build this safe and prosperous home.
Anyone who wants to change and take away all of this, and anyone who attempts to expel God from this world, will become our enemy, even the guardian dragon is no exception.
I promise you, if one day I find out that you have done anything wrong, then be prepared to let the whole world be buried with you.
For the Church will wage a war to kill and destroy everything, bringing to Azeroth the very enemies you fear most.
Whether it's the Burning Legion, the Old Gods, or the Void Lords behind them."
Hearing this, Chromie's pupils suddenly dilated, shrank, and then dilated again. He subconsciously clenched his fists: "How do you know this?"
"Because God already knew everything! He even anticipated the arrival of the bronze dragon! Now, go to the castle in the center of the city. God is waiting to meet you inside."
After that, Lanny ignored the other party and turned around and disappeared at the end of the passage leading to the church headquarters office behind the cathedral.
There is no doubt that his statement made Cromie feel an unprecedented strong sense of crisis.
After all, the Burning Legion and the Old Gods, as well as the void forces behind the Old Gods, have always been the two most terrifying enemies that cause the greatest harm to the world.
No matter which one, the guardian dragon cannot contend with it alone.
So after standing there in silence for a long time, Chromie finally mustered up the courage to leave the cathedral and turn around to the castle located in the center of the city.
When she arrived at the door, she found that someone had been standing there waiting for her for a long time.
Led by the latter, the two bronze dragons quickly passed through rooms and passages, and finally came to a very private and windowless reception room.
An elf chandelier emitting a soft magical glow dispelled the darkness, allowing people to see the drinks, fruits and snacks on the table, as well as the figure sitting on the chair.
"Welcome, envoys of the Bronze Dragon Legion. Especially you, dear Chromie." Zuo Si took the initiative to greet them.
"Have we met or known each other?"
Chromie had a puzzled look on his face.
Because this tone is obviously used when greeting each other.
But she didn't remember having any encounter with him before, even in the past and future of countless timelines.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, not really. I just glimpsed your past and future through the torrent of time, as well as the role you played in some major events."
"What? You can control time too!"
Chromie's mouth opened in shock.
Because the bronze dragon's power to control time comes from the power of the first and oldest Titan, Aman'thul.
Although it was not infused by the Titan himself, but given by the first generation of high-level guardian he created, Lei, it is unique in Azeroth.
No matter how corrupted the Old Gods were, no matter how powerful the Burning Legion and the dark titan Sargeras were, they could not gain the ability to manipulate and travel through time.
It is for this reason that the bronze dragon is known as the most mysterious of the five guardian dragons.
Unless they are willing to show up themselves, it will not be easy for the other guardian dragon legions to find them.
But now, a god who can see through and even control time has appeared in this world, which naturally makes the bronze dragons nervous.
This means that the other party can not only change the current timeline, but may also endanger more timelines, even the main timeline that absolutely cannot have any problems.
"Why, do you feel weird?
In the endless multiverse, there are countless powerful creatures and gods who can manipulate time.
You are just trapped on a planet in this universe, so you know nothing about the wider world outside.
Besides, how do you know that the so-called correct timeline guarded by the bronze dragon is definitely correct?
It must be the best for Azeroth and all creatures living on this planet? Or to put it another way, how do you know that the Titans are definitely right and not just making up lies to keep you obedient?
If Aman'Thul truly possessed the complete power of time, he would be omniscient, omnipotent, and invincible.
But you have already seen the results of the Titan Pantheon.
The dark Sargeras easily destroyed these fellow Titan brothers and sisters, and even imprisoned their souls.
So I think it's time to make some changes."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a time acceleration magic. Before the two bronze dragons could react, he stuffed a grape into each of their mouths.
When time accelerated to an end, Chromie was the first to notice the extra food in his mouth. Sweat immediately flowed down his forehead and cheeks, and he subconsciously swallowed the grape whole.
She never expected that before she could use her time ability to intimidate the other party, she would be intimidated by the other party using unknown time magic.
In contrast, the too young Ashkami had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. Instead, after eating one grape, he stared at the whole bunch of grapes on the plate and drooled.
Greedy, sleepy, lazy...
The nature of the Azeroth dragon is fully displayed in her.
"Here, take it, it's all yours."
Zuo Si was very kind and generous and pushed forward several plates filled with snacks and fruits.
"Thanks!"
Ashkami, who couldn't resist any temptation, immediately started eating.
Because she had gone to the cathedral with Chromie to listen to a speech, she missed the most important lunch of the day, so she felt extra hungry now and just wanted to fill her stomach first.
Looking at this subordinate who was incompetent and ate everything he had, the only thing Chromie could do was sigh helplessly. He raised his hand and scratched his hair, then asked in an uncertain tone, "What change do you mean? Do you want to overturn the Titans' transformation of this world? Or do you want to do something with the Star Soul of Azeroth?"
"Neither. What I want to do is to let the native intelligent creatures of Azeroth choose the future of this planet themselves."
When he said this, there was a subtle flash of teasing and amusement in Zuo Si's eyes.
"Choose it yourself?"
Chromie frowned instantly, obviously not understanding what it meant.
In other words, she didn't think that a group of scattered or even hostile races could unite to decide the future of the planet.
Because in all timelines, war and confrontation have always been the main theme of this planet.
Whether it is between the Alliance and the Horde, or other intelligent races that have not joined the two camps, they will fight each other if they do not feel any external threat.
"Yes, just let them make their own choices."
Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer without hesitation, and explained in a serious manner: "As a guardian dragon that gains power from the Titan Guardians, you should be well aware that the Titans made significant changes to this world when they left, right? Then have you ever thought about why they left behind things like the Emerald Dream, the Furnace of Will, the Furnace of Origin, and so many guardians before they left? Was it just because they were afraid that the Ancient Gods would escape from the seal and cause trouble?
Or to prevent other forces from spying on the powerful star souls nurtured by this planet? No, neither.
That is to become one of them.
But what the Titans didn't expect was that not long after the transformation was completed, their most powerful warrior rebelled.
As a result, the entire Pantheon was destroyed by the latter and could no longer monitor the changes on the planet.
Moreover, the Old Gods also took the opportunity to bring down the Curse of Flesh and Blood, turning those Titan creations, which originally only knew how to obey orders and lacked free will and independent thinking, into humans, dwarves, and midgets one after another.
So from the moment these races were born, the Titans' plan had actually collapsed and failed.
Azeroth today has actually already embarked on another unknown path.
In my opinion, your insistence on so-called correct history is totally meaningless.
Because the power you possess is the greatest destruction to the timeline, and is also the source of all chaos."
As we all know, the force that caused the greatest damage to the timeline of Azeroth was the Eternal Dragonflight.
The Eternal Dragon Legion is the other side of the Bronze Dragon in the torrent of time.
This means that if the bronze dragon had not gained the power to control time, there would be no eternal dragon, and it would be even more impossible for the so-called timeline to be tamped with by external forces.
If the bronze dragons really want to solve all time problems, the easiest way is to return to the time when Nozdormu was given the power of the Titan and prevent the next scene from happening.
In this way, there wouldn't be a lot of mess later.
But the reality is that neither the bronze dragon nor the eternal dragon has the slightest tendency to make similar moves.
Didn't they know that doing so would permanently eliminate the enemy at the source? The answer is obviously no.
As the group with the deepest understanding of time in the world, they obviously all know what the consequences of doing this will be.
But perhaps there are selfish reasons for not wanting to give up the great power that time holds.
Especially for Nozdormu, it is actually very simple to escape his destined tragic fate. He just needs to go back to the past and let his former self reject the blessing and power bestowed by the Titan Guardian, and then let other dragons take over.
Anyway, as long as the power of the Titan was obtained, any Proto-Dragon at that time could be transformed into a Guardian Dragon. To put it bluntly, they were just a group of tools being used.
Responsibility, honor, ability and authority are nothing but a rhetoric to trick people into working for nothing.
"We are the source of all timeline chaos?!"
This was undoubtedly the first time that Chromie heard such an accusation, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
Because now she doesn't know the truth about the Eternal Dragon Legion, she just feels that the other party seems to be hinting at something.
"If this confuses you, go back and ask Nozdormu.
He already knew everything, but he didn't tell any of his descendants.
As for this timeline, don't expect it to return to the state where no changes had occurred before.
Because I also have my own plans and intentions for Azeroth.
Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to this planet like the Burning Legion or the Old Gods, I just want to collect some insignificant energy.
As the star soul that gave birth to Titan, this planet can draw infinite energy from the universe, so as long as it is not drained all at once, it can always slowly recover over time.
And in exchange, I will become the protector of this planet and help you repel all invading enemies.
It doesn’t matter if that enemy is the Burning Legion or the Old Gods.”
Zuo Si stated his intentions and attitude very clearly.
"Can you deal with the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan behind it?"
Chromie raised an eyebrow and began looking him up and down.
“Of course I can’t do that now.
Because this is just a mortal body controlled by a wisp of consciousness.
Although it has become much stronger after some modifications, at best it can barely reach the level of a demigod in the wilderness of this world. It is really too weak.
But if I can successfully send down an avatar, even if all the Titans of the Pantheon are resurrected collectively, I am confident that I can defeat them all.
After all, I am not alone, but can summon many subordinates and allies to help.
Each of them has the power to crush a planet with ease.
As for Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, who seem to you to be extremely powerful, in my eyes they are just two clowns who rely on the power of Sargeras to bully others. They can be easily crushed to death with just one finger.
And I will prove it in the upcoming battle for Mount Hyjal.
Okay, that’s all for today’s conversation.
I think you have enough information to return to Nozdormu.
I would rather be your ally than your enemy.
But that depends on what Nozdormu decides next."
After saying that, Zuo Si stood up and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.
Chromie stood there in silence for several minutes before dragging Ashkami, who had already eaten all the snacks and fruits on the table and even the tea in the pot, back to the Caverns of Time in the Tanaris Desert.
Although she was not sure whether the other party had deliberately exaggerated in the conversation just now, she was sure that the entire timeline had been locked. This matter was definitely not something she could handle, and she had to report it immediately to the Bronze Dragon King, Nozdormu.
…
At the same time, in the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the north of the eastern continent, the massacre started by Arthas continued.
Although reinforcements from the Alliance countries have begun to arrive at the Silverpine Forest front one after another, and have also taken the initiative to march towards Tirisfal Glades, wanting to support and rescue those towns that are still desperately resisting in order to rescue more innocent civilians.
But unfortunately, the main force of the Scourge that came from the East Wilder region has already arrived, and has built a huge group of defensive fortifications relying on the royal capital.
The temporary commander of the coalition forces took just one look and immediately gave up the idea of attacking. He could only build a defense line on the spot to block the enemy's advance southward.
What a joke! Lordaeron's capital was originally the most easily defended and difficult to attack city in the human kingdom. The surrounding fortresses, arrow towers, and tall and thick city walls alone were enough to withstand the fierce attacks of enemies that were more than ten times their own.
Not to mention that the alliance army is currently at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and heavy weapons such as artillery, catapults, crossbows, and ballistae have not been transported at all.
Taking the initiative to attack the city at this time is definitely a sign of being tired of living and looking for death.
Even if the marshal gave the order, the commanders of the legions under the various kingdoms would not agree.
However, in order to obtain more intelligence and first-hand news, the coalition forces still sent a large number of light cavalry scouts and dwarf griffon squads to conduct repeated reconnaissance deep into the interior of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
The news that came back shocked and terrified everyone.
Tirisfal Glades, once home to over two million people and extremely wealthy, has now become a complete ruin.
Except for a very small number of towns with strong walls and fortresses, the rest of the places had not only been conquered, but all the living people had been killed and transformed into undead creatures.
The plague quickly contaminated the land and water, presenting a horrific scene of twisted death.
According to a Dalaran mage, this place is no longer suitable for any living life, including humans.
In some places, the liches and necromancers of the Scourge set up huge pots emitting thick smoke, clearly wanting to spread the plague to farther places and ultimately realize their strategic intention of turning this land into a paradise for the undead.
Needless to say, this behavior of destroying the living environment at the root completely angered the allied forces that came from afar.
The straightforward and hot-tempered dwarves even rode on griffins and threw bombs at the undead gathered in the capital every day to vent the anger that was about to overflow from their hearts.
Others wanted to find Arthas so that they could hunt down this traitor who killed his father and mother.
Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Arthas had already led his elite troops out of Tirisfal Glades and into the Western Plaguelands.
At this moment, he was riding on his beloved horse, Invincible, which had just been resurrected, and staring silently at the badly rotten coffin that had just been dug out of the tomb.
It goes without saying that what is contained here is the body of Kel'Thuzad, who was killed by him personally.
Obviously, Arthas' current goal is to take the remains north to Quel'Thalas and resurrect the great lich through the infinite energy of the Sunwell.
This is also the reason why on the southern front, the Scourge had gathered a large army but never launched an attack.
Soon, with the concerted efforts of the believers of the Curse Sect, the mud covering the coffin was quickly cleaned away.
The moment the coffin lid was pried open, a pungent stench of decay hit the face.
Inside the coffin, Kel'Thuzad's body had rotted beyond recognition, with dense swarms of insects flying between the gaps between rotten flesh and bones, presenting a scene that would make a normal person vomit out their overnight meal.
But Arthas, who was already a Death Knight, did not react at all, he just frowned slightly.
On the contrary, the dreadlord Tichondrius could not help showing a look of disgust and immediately complained: "Damn it! This corpse is too decayed. It can't survive until it reaches Quel'Thalas. We must find another way to prevent it from rotting further."
"Does it have to be in Quel'Thalas?" Arthas turned his head and questioned.
"Yes, the Sunwell of the High Elves is one of the few magical energy intersections in this world. Only there can Kel'Thuzad be endowed with powerful arcane magic energy, making him qualified to open the Legion portal."
Tichondrius explained patiently.
As the nominal leader of all dreadlords, he is not as domineering as his fellow compatriots, and even gives people a sense of politeness and elegance when speaking.
So he got along quite happily with the warrior chosen by the Lich King, and there was no hostility or tension at all.
"So what do you need me to do?"
Arthas continued to ask.
Tichondrius answered without hesitation: "It's very simple. You must snatch a magical urn from the hands of those paladins and put his remains in it. During this period, the remains themselves cannot be contaminated by any death or necromancy magic, otherwise the resurrection will not achieve the desired effect."
"I understand. I will get this urn back."
Arthas took on the task very readily.
Just as he was about to lead a group of ghouls towards the city, the Lord of Dread suddenly reminded him from behind: "Be careful, don't be careless.
Because your teacher, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Uther the Lightbringer, is currently stationed in Andorhal.
The power of holy light he possesses is extremely strong.
Several previous fierce sieges were burned to ashes by him and a group of paladins.
Even Lord Rivendell barely made it back alive."
"Uther? Humph! I just happen to have something I want to discuss with him in person, and this happens to be a perfect opportunity."
A creepy sneer appeared on Arthas' face.
If there is anything that has accompanied him throughout his life besides the title of the most filial son in Azeroth, it is undoubtedly "nostalgia".
Whether it was converting Falric and Marwyn, who had been loyal to him and followed him long ago, after becoming a Death Knight, or resurrecting his beloved horse Invincible, or completing the "feat" of killing his father and mother with his own hands, all of these reflected Arthas' subconscious and extremely twisted obsession with his closest friends, partners, and relatives.
He didn't even realize it.
With this obsession, the mighty Scourge once again approached the walls of Andorhal, which were covered with corpses, flesh, bones and dried blood.
Since Arthas rode his undead warhorse in the front without any intention of hiding, the Silver Hand Paladin, Ballard, who was on duty on the city wall, immediately recognized the prince who had committed numerous crimes and shouted angrily, "Treasonous traitor!
You have disgraced your father and family, and you still have the nerve to show up here? I really don't understand why Uther vouched for you in the first place!
All the honor he has accumulated throughout his life has now been destroyed because of Li's actions! I curse you to die a miserable death!"
However, Arthas was too lazy to respond to such shouting and simply rushed forward with the undead army behind him.
He took the lead and jumped onto the city wall, which was not very high to begin with, wielding Frostmourne and began to reap the lives of the surrounding soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, a section of the city wall mixed with hundreds of veterans and militiamen was cleared out.
The army of zombies followed closely behind, climbing up easily from below, pouring into the city continuously, and breaking through the seemingly solid defenses in less than a few minutes.
Several paladins wanted to rush over to block the gap and use holy light to purify the undead pouring in, but they ended up falling under Frostmourne.
Not only that!
Their bodies were pulled up and transformed into death knights on the spot, turning around and joining the sequence of Andorhal.
"No!!!!!!!!"
Seeing this, Ballard immediately charged forward like crazy.
He knew very well what it would mean for the refugees gathered inside the city once the city wall was breached.
But just two or three seconds later, a sharp and cold sword pierced through the chest of the Silver Hand Paladin.
The armor that shone with silver light did not provide any protection at all and was pierced as easily as cream. Even the blood that flowed out was quickly frozen into ice by the ultra-low temperature.
"If only you were half as good as your mouth. At least you could help me kill some time." Arthas sneered.
Then he suddenly unleashed the power of Frostmourne and turned the opponent into a Death Knight.
There is no doubt that ordinary Silver Hand Paladins are no match for Arthas and are often killed before they can even withstand a single encounter.
Some of them successfully escaped the transformation of evil artifacts because of their firm belief in the Holy Light, but more of them had their souls torn apart and turned into puppets without free will.
At this moment, the entire Paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are like the reserve forces of the Death Knights of the Scourge.
Basically, as many as come die, and the vast majority are successfully converted.
By the time they entered the city streets, the number of Death Knights had reached over thirty.
Combined with the ghouls and zombies transformed from the corpses of the soldiers, the Scourge not only suffered no losses, but its number increased by more than three times compared to before the siege.
In particular, Arthas himself seemed to enjoy the feeling of slaughtering his former colleagues.
Whenever he spotted a Paladin appearing, he would immediately ride over on his Invincible Horse and chop the opponent down.
When he arrived at the gate of the Knights' barracks, he finally saw the figure he once admired so much.
"Long time no see. You seem to have aged a lot, Uther."
Arthas paused in his killing and slowly advanced on his horse.
"Your father ruled this land for decades and finally made it prosperous, but you destroyed all his efforts in just a few days."
Uther stared at the prince, who looked completely dead, and his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt.
He couldn't even imagine why the disciple who was willing to sacrifice himself for the people would become like this and commit such brutal acts as killing his father and mother.
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